River Banks

Shadows on the ceiling
And it got me feeling
Like I'm not alone
No I'm not alone
Tantalizing everything
Our beliefs to diamond rings
Swimming in this fishbowl
Where the hell are our souls? (Ha ha)
Where the hell are our souls? (Ha ha)
Where the hell are our souls? (Ha ha)
Where the hell are our souls?

There's a boat next to the red shack
We jump in and don't look back
In that hour we've got the power
Our friends we don't fit in
We just have to sink or swim
The Eye see's you from the tower

We go down, down to the river banks
We go down, down to the river banks
And we wash our hands
We got no plans
We go down, down to the river cold
We go down, down don't need this gold
How sick is this?
We can't be sold!

Systems got us like a
Hostage in the darkness
There is not a window
No there's not a window
Seeing things through buttonholes
Holding tight to our souls
What's beyond those fences?
Relying on our senses (Ha ha)
Where the hell are our souls? (Ha ha)
Where the hell are our souls? (Ha ha)
Where the hell are our souls?

There's a boat next to the red shack
We jump in and don't look back
In that hour we've got the power
Our friends we don't fit in
We just have to sink or swim
The Eye see's you from the tower

We go down, down to the river banks
We go down, down to the river banks
And we wash our hands
We got no plans
We go down, down to the river cold
We go down, down don't need this gold
How sick is this?
We can't be sold!

We can't be sold!
We can't be sold!
We can't be sold!
We can't be sold!

There's a boat next to the red shack
We jump in and don't look back
In that hour we've got the power
Our friends we don't fit in
We just have to sink or swim
The Eye see's you from the tower

We go down, down to the river banks
We go down, down to the river banks
And we wash our hands
We got no plans
We go down, down to the river cold
We go down, down don't need this gold
How sick is this?
We can't be sold!
We go down



Credits
Writer(s): Lisa Komlos
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